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Shang Qinghua ⬤ Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
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[stupidauthor]

... I know.

[ But that's definitely more than he's okay with right now.

And as it is, it's good enough anyway. After all, he wrote about sharpened nails raking into a back that could heal instantly, but he can't heal like that! So for now, this is plenty! He can be more adventurous later! (... Wait, later--?)

It gets a heavy exhale that has the undercurrent of a moan. His hips jerk forward unconsciously and he bites at the skin of Nie Huaisang's neck. A moment later he lets go in surprise. ]

Ah--I'm sorry. That was... My apologies. I did it without thinking.

[fanoperator]

You can bite, but don't break skin and keep in mind you'll leave marks. I'm not going to lie if people ask who bit me!

[Huaisang keeps running his hands up Qinghua's back, giving him a little bit of scratching as best he could with blunt nails through fabric. But if he wasn't going to be able to get Qinghua out of his clothes, then this entertainment wasn't quite enough for him.] Do you want to watch some porn?

[stupidauthor]

I-I...

[ He stammers for a moment, but... of course! Of course this guy has porn! He's not like any cultivator Airplane has read about or written, so why would he be above things like that?

And yet, he needs to actually consider the question. Because this is all moving much faster than he was anticipating, and there's a line somewhere between here and there that he doesn't think he's ready to cross.

He doesn't want to risk toeing it, lest he suddenly find himself far over it before he realizes. ]

I think I prefer to, ah, give it some time. That might be a bit much for me at the moment.

[ But he's still into this, so he shifts back and connects their lips together again. ]

[fanoperator]

[Huaisang always likes being kissed, so he makes a pleased sound at that. Hugging Qinghua close again, he runs his nails up over Qinghua's scalp, scraping slightly as he drags them down the back of his neck.

As much as he likes long, lingering kisses, Huaisang is having trouble with knowing whether Qinghua wants him or if he's just a warm body. If he's not getting either adoration or sex out of this, his willingness to be patient with Qinghua's awkwardness is starting to dwindle.

Breaking the kiss, Huaisang presses a soft peck to the tip of Qinghua's nose.] I'm aching, and you need some time. Why don't we cool down and go back to cuddles for a while? We can start the movie again from the beginning.

[stupidauthor]

Oh. That's... yes, that sounds good.

[ He spends a few more seconds staring at Nie Huaisang, breathing still heavy, face still red. Then Shang Qinghua seems to realize what he's doing, and he suddenly shifts back and off of Nie Huaisang so he can sit up again. ]

Sorry. [ He half-mumbles it. ] I might... be more ready at another time. [ Maybe? Unclear! For such a shameless author, he wasn't expecting to be so easily embarrassed, but... he really hasn't ever thought about doing it with a guy! (Mobei-Jun doesn't count! He doesn't count!)

He's going to need a bit more soul-searching before he would be ready to follow through on more than this. ]

[fanoperator]

There's no hurry. [Huaisang cuddles against his side, content just to be held for now. He starts the movie again from the beginning, remaining quiet so that Qinghua will be able to think over everything without feeling pressured.

He's curious to find out whether Qinghua will want more at a future point, or if he'll decide that men really aren't of interest to him, even men as soft and pretty as Huaisang.]